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“It's not my fault that I can make my own money and bring myself to orgasms without a man,” Cheryl cackled.

“Amen, sister,” I laughed, getting up to make us some cocktails.

Even though I was scared, I couldn’t wait to see my married couple, and yes they were mine, at least for the time being.

12

Luke

My body had been humming with excitement and arousal all day. I was debating on rubbing one out. I had been so horny all day, but on the other hand, I really wanted to save it for whatever happened tonight. The anticipation was driving me crazy, and I loved it.

Camila and I had been walking on cloud nine since our session with Genevieve. Things had been different, like it had somehow brought us closer together. Our therapist commented that we seemed different, more in-tune with each other, and she could see differences in us she hadn’t seen before. Camila wanted to tell her what we had done, but we both thought it would be best to keep it to ourselves while we worked out what this was.

I walked into our condo, surprised to hear Camila home already. Soft music came from our bedroom and when I walked in, I was not ready. Camila was in some leather contraption that seemed to seamlessly wrap around her body. My mouth dried up and I grew hard as she buckled up the pieces around her thighs.

“What do you think?” she smirked, looking straight up at me.

“Um… I must request that you walk around the house with this, and only this, when you get home from now on.” I cleared my throat as she stood up, giving me a better view.

She put her hands on her hips, swaying them from side to side as she turned around giving me a better view of the thong in the back and her beautiful ass on display. She flaunted her outfit, rolling her hips seductively. It was low in the back with a buckle going from shoulder to shoulder and one buckled right at the top of her ass.

“Please tell me you won’t be walking into the club with only this on,” I said, walking closely to her.

“And if I were?” She raised her eyebrow at me.

“I won’t be liable for what happens if anyone touches you,” I said, running the back of my hand down her neck to her breasts.

“Well, good thing I have a skirt that goes over,” she said, grabbing a piece of fabric.

“Camila, you look so good, I’m tempted to cancel with Genevieve and have my way with you here,” I said crowding her.

“You really want to cancel?” She raised her eyebrow, smirking at me.

“I’m so fucking close to doing it, but I also want to see her reaction to this,” I said, running my fingers over her tits. “I think she is going to lose it.”

“I can’t wait either.” She bit her lip. “I can’t wait to see you on your knees again.”

I groaned and stepped back because if I didn’t, I was going to push her against the wall and fuck her. “I’m going to shower and get ready.”

She nodded, looking like sin incarnate with that outfit on. I wanted to get to the club now, but we still had two hours to go.

Camila dressedme in all black again, but with a vest this time. I’ve always hated dressing up, but when Camila looked as good as she did now, I couldn’t just come in my wranglers and a tee.

The club wasn’t as busy as it was on newbie night, making it more intimate, sultry and seductive. We were fifteen minutes early and if we hadn’t taken our time to get here, we would have shown up forty-five minutes early.

To say we were excited was an understatement. I had no idea what to expect, but just thinking about them giving me orders together, had made me half-hard most of the day.

“Drink?” I asked, looking down at Camila who was already scanning the area for Genevieve.

“Please,” she said, still looking.

I steered her to the bar, flagging down the bartender, pulling Camila closer to me. She looked up when she bumped into my hard cock.

“Excited?” I could hear the amusement in her voice.

“Probably as much as you.” I smirked, looking down at her. “I bet if I slipped my fingers in that tight pussy, you’d be soaking.”

“My thighs are damp too,” she said with hooded eyes.

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